All Your Seasons

You are Winter

When the nights are long

And the mornings blur

Not a thing in our world is wrong.

 

You are Spring

When what melts is grey

And new life can cling

Not to be in the least bit cliché.

 

You are Summer

When nothing is awry

And we are perfect to the letter

Not a speck in our cloudless sky.

 

You are Autumn

When all else will fall

And to you I succumb

Not a single disdain we will recall.

 

There is no Life without the seasons,

Darling no Life without you beckons.

This poem is about: 
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